However, I now understand...just like she promised I would.
Living in a big city means lots of noise. Traffic, horns, vendors yelling, chickens clucking, and firecrackers are all a part of my usual cacophany of noise. After a long semester, all I wanted was some peace and quiet.
However, once I arrived at the quiet retreat center I quickly realized that I don't do "quiet" well. These people had walking, eating, everything down to an art of silence. Whenever I clanked my silverware against my bowl I had to catch myself from calling out "Sorry!"
I began to worry that they were all thinking, "Here come those noisy, klutzy Americans" whenever they saw us. But don't worry. On the last day I wore my Canadian shirt to throw them off the trail.
The Main Garden where I spend most of my time. |
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